I constantly feel bombarded with those “inspirational” posts. You know, those do something new, drink more water, stop eating processed food with artificial coloring and all things related to poison type of posts. Well, I was one of the few stupid ones that actually went along with them. Ugh, that’s right, I was one of those people. Horrible, I know.
I moved to a new city, and “moved” is still questionable. The thing is, sometimes only inspiration comes and actually doing the feat doesn’t come. And you think, well maybe if you’d only go through with it, you could feel accomplished afterwards. The few times I’ve done something like this, it’s quite the opposite. It’s pretty terrifying the whole way through.
I thought I’d feel more settled after graduating college, and that was the point that I felt most clueless, even with a degree. I’ve taken the leap and am trying out a new city with new people. I guess I should be happy about pushing new boundaries, but being in my twenties and in that constant state of uncertainty doesn’t help. Also, I don’t know where to get the good coffee in this place. Feeling lost and without caffeine is not a good combination.